"I surrender! I surrender! I surrender..."
As the Bloodthirsty Sword traced a bloody mark across his neck, Aolai Mubai shuddered, all his thoughts flying out of his mind except for one—he wanted to live, and he screamed it out loud immediately.
With that shout, all his courage drained away as if through a floodgate, never to return.
"Buzz!"
Lin Yun's expression was cold and indifferent as he withdrew the Bloodthirsty Sword.
The Bloodthirsty Sword emitted a blood-red light that flickered with intensity, constantly giving off a trembling and aura of discontent, clearly resenting not having absorbed Aolai Mubai's essence blood.
"This...this sword..." Aolai Mubai's gaze fixed on the Bloodthirsty Sword in Lin Yun's hand, his face a mix of shock and the look of seeing a ghost. At this moment, he realized that the sword was far more spiritual and powerful than he had imagined.
"I surrender..." Aolai Mubai said with a bitter face, murmuring in a tone of defeat.
